Why Are Things So Heavy in the Future?
Michael J. Grabell
It’s the weight of the guns
and the lead in the bullets,
the air between hold your breath
and the gravity of minutes.
It’s the lockdown lockout shelter in place,
the thickness of a friend’s blood
smeared on a child’s face to pretend
she’s dead. It’s the weight
of water crashing through levees
and sequoias piled in ash.
It’s the landmines sowed in the soil.
It’s the weight of people doing nothing,
of data centers filled with bullshit,
of money based on bullshit.
It’s the walls, the beautiful walls, we built.
It’s not the sorrow. It’s the guilt.